Sword Vein

It was Old Luo who spoke.

Little Blackie?

The steward had not heard that name in a long time. His body shuddered, and he turned around.

He looked puzzledly behind Wang Yue. Then his gaze gradually filled with shock. "Luo Xingyun? Master?"

"Master, you're back!"

The steward approached Old Luo with an excited look and seized his arm.

"Enough, enough. You're getting on in years, yet you're still grabbing and tugging!"

Old Luo shoved the steward away.

Old Luo looked toward Lu Changfeng and the others and introduced him. "This brat is the disciple I brought into the sect. His name is Li Hei."

"Master, you have no idea how badly our lineage was ostracized after you left."

"Being sent to the outer sect to serve as a steward was already pretty good for me."

"A few of my senior and junior brothers were even expelled from the sect." Li Hei began pouring out his grievances.

Old Luo's brows creased slightly at that. "What about that brat Zhao Xingtian?"

"Junior Brother Zhao—"

"Junior Brother Zhao joined the main lineage, and he's already been designated the heir to the sect master's position." Li Hei gritted his teeth as he spoke.

Old Luo's face darkened.

"Have Zhao Xingtian come see me. Just tell him I'm back."

Li Hei cupped his hands. "I'll go call him right away."

Old Luo sat dejectedly in a chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and downed it in one gulp.

Wang Yue's eyes shifted. She naturally realized that their Body Tempering Attendant was probably no ordinary person, so she moved closer and asked, "Attendant Luo, so you're actually from the Xuanyuan Sword Sect!"

Old Luo glanced at Wang Yue. "I know what you're thinking. Since I came here personally, there's no problem with Wang Shao joining the outer sect of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect."

"If he wants to enter the inner sect, though, he'll have to rely on his own ability."

Wang Yue immediately pulled Wang Shao over to kowtow to Old Luo.

Old Luo raised a hand and stopped him.

Lu Changfeng, sitting to the side, hesitated as well. Should I just ask Old Luo for a favor too and join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect?

At that moment, Li Hei strode back.

"Master. Junior Brother Zhao says he doesn't want to see you."

Old Luo's face turned livid.

"Good brat."

"Which lineage is the main lineage of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect now?" Old Luo asked.

"The Star Shifting Lineage," Li Hei replied.

The Xuanyuan Sword Sect had three lineages in total: Dou Zhuan, Star Shifting, and Moon Chasing.

Whichever lineage's disciple served as the current Sect Master became the main lineage of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect for that generation, holding all authority over the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Old Luo remained silent for a long while before suddenly saying, "So I've been plotted against from beginning to end!"

"Li Hei, there's no problem with this brat joining the outer sect of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, right?"

Li Hei nodded. "I can still make the decision on something this minor."

"Then it's settled."

Old Luo rose and walked toward the door.

"Master, where are you going?"

"I'm going to see my Old Residence. Is that all right?"

"That place has already been converted into residences for outer-sect disciples, Master." Li Hei wiped the sweat from his temple.

Old Luo stopped and said, "Forget it, then. I'll just go down the mountain."

"Right, which lineage are you a disciple of now?"

Li Hei drew a deep breath before replying, "Master, I've already switched to cultivating the Dou Zhuan mental cultivation method and joined the Dou Zhuan Lineage."

Without looking back, Old Luo walked down the mountain.

Lu Changfeng and Wang Yue exchanged glances. In the end, they waited until Wang Yue had finished arranging Wang Shao's affairs.

Only then did the two of them chase down the mountain.

Although the process had been complicated, the purpose of this trip had been perfectly achieved. Wang Shao had joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Lu Changfeng and Wang Yue found Old Luo at a tea stall at the foot of the mountain.

The old fellow had started drinking again.

Lu Changfeng and Wang Yue sat down on either side of him.

Old Luo took a sip of wine and slowly began explaining on his own.

It turned out that Old Luo had once been the foremost disciple of the Moon Chasing Lineage of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

He had once been a powerful contender for the position of Sect Master of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

"Among the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's three lineages, the sword techniques of our Moon Chasing Lineage are the most difficult to cultivate, and they demand the highest level of talent for sword techniques."

"That's why the Moon Chasing Lineage always has the fewest disciples. However, those disciples can often crush Martial Artists of the same level with ease."

"After the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was divided into three lineages, the position of Sect Master basically always fell to the Moon Chasing Lineage."

"The problem lay with my master. He was clearly about to inherit the position of Sect Master, yet he chose to betray the sect and join the demonic Yanyue Sect."

"On the day he betrayed the sect, he killed many sect elders. He also struck me with a palm, injuring my bone structure."

Lu Changfeng, sitting to the side, was stirred when he heard this. The interface showed that Old Luo's bone structure was Grade A Mid.

To have his bone structure injured yet still retain Grade A Mid bone structure—Old Luo's bone structure must truly have been extraordinary before. No wonder he had been a candidate for Young Sect Master of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

At this point, Old Luo paused before continuing.

Although he had also been a victim, the others in the sect did not see it that way. They all believed Old Luo was his master's most favored Personal Disciple and must have been his accomplice.

The rumors grew more and more outlandish. In the end, a mad voice even called for the destruction of the Moon Chasing Lineage.

In the end, it was only because Old Luo voluntarily left the sect that this voice was silenced.

"Now that I look back, the Dou Zhuan and Star Shifting Lineages were afraid I would continue on to inherit the position of Sect Master, so they took advantage of the situation to deal with me."

"If I'd been a little more forceful, perhaps the Moon Chasing Lineage wouldn't have ended up in such a state."

Old Luo swallowed another mouthful of wine.

He gently gripped the long sword on the table.

"You two, leave while you still can, before the fighting starts."

Wang Yue was slightly stunned. Ever since cultivating the Heavenly Body Tempering Blade Technique, Lu Changfeng's senses had become sharper. He had already noticed overlapping footsteps around the tea stall.

"Let's go!"

Lu Changfeng grabbed the bewildered Wang Yue and headed toward Luocheng.

A figure slowly approached from the distance and blocked Lu Changfeng's path. "Until we find the thing, you're not allowed to leave."

"Zhao Xingtian, let them leave. The thing is with me." Old Luo's voice came from the distance.

Lu Changfeng stopped and kept his distance. So this fellow was Zhao Xingtian.

He should be the disciple Old Luo had mentioned from his time in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

The information on the young man before him had already appeared on the interface.

Name: Zhao Xingtian

Bone Structure: Grade A Upper

Talent: High-grade Talent [Sword Vein]

Lu Changfeng's eyelid twitched slightly. Another high-grade talent related to sword techniques.

Before setting out, Lu Changfeng's Copy Interface had already refreshed. Hadn't he deliberately refrained from copying it precisely for this moment?

After thinking it over, Lu Changfeng cupped his hands toward the young man. "So you're the Young Sect Master of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. I've long heard of you! We're from the Wang Family of Fengcheng. Old Luo and I are friends across generations. You must be the disciple Old Luo often mentions—the one he's so proud of, right?"

Lu Changfeng stepped forward and extended his hand, intending to shake hands and copy the talent.

Zhao Xingtian's eyelid twitched violently. So proud of him? The disciple he often mentions?

"You and him... friends across generations?"

Lu Changfeng's hand was already extended, but Zhao Xingtian did not take it. Without the slightest awkwardness, he nodded. "Old Luo and I often drink and play chess together. Old Luo often mentions you to me."

Zhao Xingtian extended his hand and shoved Lu Changfeng aside, stopping him from saying anything further.

"Get lost!"

Lu Changfeng allowed the push to send him stumbling.